Well... of course it is written in the book. If nothing unexpected happens, Yu Wenjun will be established as the queen in half a year.
But I couldn't explain this to her in detail.
Seeing He Mucheng's hesitation, Yu Wenjun's face darkened, "What, are you talking nonsense?"
"What I said is true," He Mucheng responded hastily, but then added, "But fate is fluid, and nothing is absolute."
After hearing this, Yu Wenjun slowly straightened his back and said, "In that case, let's do the divination again."
He Mucheng wants to cry but has no tears!
She had no choice but to take out the tarot cards from the system's storage box. While she was playing with them, Yu Wenjun sat down beside her.
"The world is as dark as crows, especially men."
As soon as these words came out, He Mucheng immediately frowned, "Your Majesty and the noble concubine treat each other like guests. Ayan looks at it with envy..."
What she said was true. Although Sima Shao was a bit stubborn, He Musheng was still very impressed by Yu Wenjun's gentle words by his side when he was poisoned that day.
Seeing her serious expression, Yu Wenjun smiled helplessly, "When you get married, you will know that old love can never be worth new love."
He Mucheng shook his head and distanced himself without leaving any trace.
At this point, He Mucheng reminded him in a low voice, "The noble concubine should not reveal it to others. After all, the matter of becoming a queen is His Majesty's wish. If he has a rebellious heart, his fate may change."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard hurried steps outside the palace. She didn't stop until she reached the entrance of the palace. The other party called out hurriedly, "Your Majesty, your Majesty has sent someone here."
Even when he took the initiative to be intimate with Ji Yunyuan, he couldn't reach his lips...
Sima Shao's hand stopped in mid-air. He was still immersed in the sullen anger just now, so he didn't care about it.
He Mucheng slowly put away the tarot cards and walked out of the threshold.
Yu Wenjun straightened his attire, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to open the palace door.
When passing by Yu Wenjun, she paused and reminded in a low voice, "My concubine, please spend more time with the little prince. If he grows up among women, he will be easily poisoned by wine and sex."
He Mucheng thought that after his last trip to Wuchang, the young emperor had obviously regarded her as a confidant, which was why he was so sincere in front of her. In the past, he would never have torn off the secrets that he had always kept secret.
camouflage.
This is the Yu Wenjun she met for the first time, and this is the Empress Mingmu that is vividly depicted in the book.
The midday sun was just right, and the light slanted along the eaves onto her shoulders. At that moment, He Mucheng felt that the splendor and brightness on her body seemed to have returned instantly!
But He Mucheng began to feel chilled from the bottom of his heart...
Her face was so calm, and her demeanor was so graceful, as if the worry about gain and loss just now had never occurred.
She subconsciously took a step back, suppressing the scream that was about to come out. When she saw Sima Shao glaring angrily, she lowered her head in panic, "Your Majesty, please calm down..."
How to do it? She doesn’t dare to tell you how to do it!
Sima Shao just wanted to seek comfort from her.
Is this... you want to meet Sima Shao alone?
That's why he was so anxious to summon him.
She must be deeply in love with Sima Shao, right?
In a daze, Yu Wenjun turned his head and smiled gracefully at He Mucheng, "Nan's Ayan, go ahead."
He Mucheng's cheeks suddenly turned red!
Seeing this, Yu Wenjun relaxed a little. She murmured to herself, "If you like him, he will also like you. That's good, that's good..."
He Mucheng stepped forward in confusion. Just as he was about to enter the palace door, he heard a "bang" and the tea set was shattered into pieces under her feet.
Sima Shao's words were not just words. There is a description in the book that Sima Shao dug up Wang Dun's body and beheaded it to the public, and Wang Dun's head was actually hung as a human being in the south of Zhuque Bridge.
Dry.
Discomfort suddenly arose in her heart.
"Girl, don't keep your Majesty waiting."
After saying this, before he could wait for Yu Wenjun's response, an angel came to greet him.
Seeing Sima Shao slowly approaching, He Mucheng instinctively retreated. Just as the atmosphere between the two was approaching the critical point of ambiguity, the light at the palace door was suddenly blocked.
He Mucheng said angrily, "Concubine, please choose one."
Thinking of this, He Mucheng chuckled and said submissively, "Your Majesty is so angry that when you catch the old man, you will kill him with your own hands. How about that?"
This body is really petite.
At this time, Sima Shao's anger had mostly dissipated. Seeing that He Mucheng was stunned and speechless, he smiled and joked, "Ayan, don't be afraid, you are mine, I will naturally treat you as a close friend."
Seeing that she was silent, Sima Shao strode forward and reached out to hold the little girl's shoulders, "Ayan, tell me, what should I do?"
Yu Wenjun pointed at the nearest card suspiciously.
Along the way, the angel's steps were a little hurried, and He Mucheng could only trot behind him, and couldn't help complaining about Nan Yan's height.
Yu Wenjun, why is she so concerned about her marriage?
Seeing her stunned, Yu Wenjun asked displeasedly, "How long will it take?"
At this point, his eyes were already filled with bloodthirsty light.
Sima Shao’s face froze!
He hurriedly walked down the platform and said with a worried look, "Ayan, I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Having said this, she looked alertly at He Musheng, who was busy with his fingertips, "Will you marry Ji Yunyuan?"
Having said this, he slowly let go of his big palms and stood with his hands behind his back, "You saved me, and I will remember your kindness throughout my life, Ayan, do you know? I was infected with the plague at that time, and I was alone in the dark.
The cave, isolated and helpless..."
An ominous premonition immediately arose in He Mucheng's heart.
At that moment, He Mucheng suddenly felt pity for her. This woman whom she admired had ended her short but beautiful life with her own hands out of fear of being humiliated during the Su Jun Rebellion.
Thinking of this, He Mucheng asked casually, "Angel, where is General Ji now?"
"Although Zhou Zha offered a stone city to surrender to Wang Dun before, which made me very unhappy, the Yixing Zhou family is also a force. If I can use it properly, it can be regarded as a sharp sword against Wang Dun. Who would have thought that this
The old man actually joined forces with Shen Chong to impeach him, but I dare not say a word, how long will I have to endure this kind of useless life!"
"Hmph, I will definitely behead this old man in public! At that time, I will hang his head on the Suzaku Bridge, so that everyone in the world can see what will happen to him who betrayed our Sima family!"
Having said this, he slowly raised his lips. That graceful and luxurious face was so stubborn, so stubborn that He Mucheng actually caught a hint of yandere possessiveness in it...
After thinking about it, the two of them had arrived at the main hall. The angel made a "please" gesture and then stopped.
He Mucheng opened it and pretended to be serious, "If nothing happens, the imperial concubine will be able to sit firmly in the back seat in half a year."
Having said this, Sima Shao's voice became a little hoarse, "Your appearance is like a ray of sunshine suddenly cast in a dark dry well. You are my salvation!"
The angel said calmly, "General Ji is waiting for the girl in the carriage outside the palace. When His Majesty has finished asking her questions, he will take the girl out of the palace."
This sentence is obviously a complaint...
He Mucheng thought that Sima Shao was probably interrupted by Shen Chong when discussing matters with Ji Yunyuan, and Ji Yunyuan listened to her previous advice and did not participate too much in the discussion of government affairs, which caused the young emperor to hold back his internal injuries.
He Mucheng suddenly looked back.
At that moment, her heart felt as if she had fallen into the bottom of a deep lake, and even her breathing was suffocating with despair.
Not far away, at the threshold, stood a woman dressed as a concubine. The woman was holding a tray with a bowl of steaming ginseng soup.
Through the steaming mist, He Mucheng could see clearly that the face was almost 80% similar to his own!
